In the past few weeks I have been subjected to my past. Repeatedly. I have, at the oddest times, run into former co-workers and heard news of people I haven’t even thought about in years.
It’s enough to be weird.
How is it that all these people are coming out of the woodwork – and randomly showing up in elevators – at once? Though I work in a common enough field in a large enough city, we are still a tight knit community. And one that gets around. Even across western Canada, everyone knows someone who knows someone who you know. Went to school together? Had the same supervisor once upon a time? Knew so-and-so back when they were a product rep? So, really, it shouldn’t be surprising that two old friends end up working across the street, a third works down the block or my current co-worker met my former through their fitness instructors. But, when it all happens in a short time frame, my
conspiracy theory coincidence bells start going off.
It’s almost like I have a network or something…